Page 143 of Filthy Hot Billionaire
“I was wondering if you would answer,” she said in response. “You have not answered my last three attempts to speak to you.”
“I’m busy, Mother. What do you need?”
“How are things? How is Kieran?” There was a short pause. “How is Emily?”
That cold turned to an arctic blast when she said Emily’s name.
“I saw a picture of the three of you together.”
In the online gossip blogs, I was sure. “Please tell me that’s not why you called.”
“Of course not. I wanted to see how my baby boy is doing. You cannot fault a mother for caring.”
I sighed, waiting for her to continue.
“I also wanted to tell you that I received a call from a literary agent.” She sounded smug. “Turns out, someone is interested in publishing my memoir.”
“So would this be a fictional tale?” I quipped.
“It would be an in-depth retelling of my life. All the glorious details.”
I sat up, huffed. “Kitty, why would you think I give a shit?”
“Because I have so much to relay about your darling Emily. How she captured the heart of my baby boy, blinding him with her sweet nature, then taking him for everything after he stole her father’s fortune.”
Every muscle in my body tensed. “Mother, if you speak one word about Emily to anyone—”
“You will dowhat?” she snapped. “You have already stolen my life. Your threats are meaningless.”
My voice was gravel-laced, roughened by my fury. “Trust me when I tell you, there’s so much more I can exploit. You don’t want to test me, Kitty.”
She laughed softly. “I am not asking for permission, sweet boy of mine. I am merely giving you a heads up.”
Unable to bear another second listening to her vile taunting, I said, “I have to go, Mother.”
Her response was a giddy laugh.
I ended the call with a heavy exhale, then stabbed the button to signal my receptionist.
“Yes, Mr. Montgomery?”
“Call Betty and have her reschedule my last two meetings.” My executive assistant in New York was the only person I trusted to ensure it would be done correctly.
“I’ll do that right away.”
“I need to know where Kieran and Emily are. Find them for me.”
She paused for a moment. There was a smile in her voice when she said, “I think they must’ve known you were looking for them. They just walked in.”
“Send them in.”
“Yes, sir.”
I hit the button to end the conversation and got to my feet, strolling over to the credenza holding the decanter of scotch. After the day I’d had, I’d certainly earned it.
I peered over my shoulder when I heard the door open.
Kieran and Emily strolled in. Emily was smiling, but Kieran looked about as stressed as I felt. My thoughts drifted back to the conversation that had been cut short this morning. The one that had involved me admitting that I loved him but hadn’t allowed for me to expound on it. In all fairness, I’d been as shocked by my declaration as he’d been, and even if someone had asked me to clarify, I wasn’t sure I could have.
